CorporazioneAttivaAttaccabile in guerra
[AHOOY] The Church of Space Piracy
56 membriTasse 0%Fondata nel 2024
- Kill
- 877
- +8 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 2879
- +14 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 65%
- ISK distrutti
- 384.47B
- +133.5M negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Bassa
- 0,1 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 877
- Perdite
- 2879
- Indice di pericolo
- 70%
- Colpi finali
- 451
- Punti
- 1385
ISK
- Distrutti
- 384.47B
- Persi
- 205.67B
- Bilancio
- +178.81B
- Efficienza ISK
- 65%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 247
- Percentuale solo
- 28%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 878
- Quota perdite NPC
- 30%
- Attività
- Bassa
Attività
Cosa vola la corporazione, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene uccisa e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
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Battaglie
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Descrizione
The Ballad of the Church Eternal:
A Creed of Piratical Glory
In ancient nights when stars were young and wide,
The names of terror burned across the tide —
m0o did strike with chaos in their wake,
And BoB once ruled till fate began to break.
TLBC, M3G4 — mighty pirate crews —
Wrote bloody songs in death's celestial hues.
But now the void grows silent, cold, and tame,
With krabs and carebears farming all the same.
Where once was war, now isk-grind wears the soul —
But lo! A Church returns to claim the role!
We rise, the sons and daughters of the flame,
To laugh at loss and carve again our name.
No “elite” stats nor polished boards we boast —
But drink and wreckage be our holy toast.
Our killboards messy? Aye, but still we cheer —
For stories matter more than stats, me dear.
We fly with faith, with freedom in our grip,
And not a single soul shall crack the whip.
Ye greenhorns, vets, ye madmen full of fire —
Come chase the fun, the glory ye desire!
In Stain, our sacred homeland, dark and deep,
We sow the chaos others fear to reap.
With Sansha's spawn and wreckage all around,
We turn each site and scan into battleground.
We fight, we die, we rise and fight once more —
And call it life, not numbers kept in store.
And now the Bloodlands stir in crimson hue —
To Delve we march, with Phoenix bold and true.
We'll build anew where raiders drank and bled,
And crown our Keepstars in a sea of red.
We ransom fair, for honor guides our code;
Break faith, and ye’ll be judged on justice’s road.
Bring forth yer proof — screenshots, logs, and word —
And see the pirate’s law be swift and heard.
For rogues we are, but lawless? Never so —
We keep the creed where lesser men won’t go.
So if ye fly alone, the Church be near;
If with a crew, then Disciples draw ye here.
No tax, no leash, just laughter, loot, and flame —
And tales that echo loud beyond yer name.
We fight not just for kills or isk or gain —
We fight to bring the fire back to Stain.
And now to Delve, with black flags raised up high,
We ride 'neath blood and chaos in the sky.
So hoist the sails, and let yer name be known —
Among the stars, let Church and legend grow’n.
For ye were born to fly, to brawl, to burn —
And from this sacred path, we shan’t return.
A Creed of Piratical Glory
In ancient nights when stars were young and wide,
The names of terror burned across the tide —
m0o did strike with chaos in their wake,
And BoB once ruled till fate began to break.
TLBC, M3G4 — mighty pirate crews —
Wrote bloody songs in death's celestial hues.
But now the void grows silent, cold, and tame,
With krabs and carebears farming all the same.
Where once was war, now isk-grind wears the soul —
But lo! A Church returns to claim the role!
We rise, the sons and daughters of the flame,
To laugh at loss and carve again our name.
No “elite” stats nor polished boards we boast —
But drink and wreckage be our holy toast.
Our killboards messy? Aye, but still we cheer —
For stories matter more than stats, me dear.
We fly with faith, with freedom in our grip,
And not a single soul shall crack the whip.
Ye greenhorns, vets, ye madmen full of fire —
Come chase the fun, the glory ye desire!
In Stain, our sacred homeland, dark and deep,
We sow the chaos others fear to reap.
With Sansha's spawn and wreckage all around,
We turn each site and scan into battleground.
We fight, we die, we rise and fight once more —
And call it life, not numbers kept in store.
And now the Bloodlands stir in crimson hue —
To Delve we march, with Phoenix bold and true.
We'll build anew where raiders drank and bled,
And crown our Keepstars in a sea of red.
We ransom fair, for honor guides our code;
Break faith, and ye’ll be judged on justice’s road.
Bring forth yer proof — screenshots, logs, and word —
And see the pirate’s law be swift and heard.
For rogues we are, but lawless? Never so —
We keep the creed where lesser men won’t go.
So if ye fly alone, the Church be near;
If with a crew, then Disciples draw ye here.
No tax, no leash, just laughter, loot, and flame —
And tales that echo loud beyond yer name.
We fight not just for kills or isk or gain —
We fight to bring the fire back to Stain.
And now to Delve, with black flags raised up high,
We ride 'neath blood and chaos in the sky.
So hoist the sails, and let yer name be known —
Among the stars, let Church and legend grow’n.
For ye were born to fly, to brawl, to burn —
And from this sacred path, we shan’t return.